#loop poem

[daku6t9]

Poem — By whom the God was created?

And thus the God was created.

The day I woke up and got to know the world,

This wonderful creation, I appreciated.

But I also witnessed the fear, misery, and suffering that couldn't be elaborated.

I asked — Why did all this even exist?

They were incapable of explaining

So they said one Eternal Power named "God" originated

Because every creation has its creator.

Then by whom was God created?

... They were speechless and couldn't accept the reality

That humans' fear of the unexplainable is the reason God was created.

And if you didn't get it

Read the first line to make it related.

~ Daku

[suevincent]

Rooted ~ Lady Lee #writephoto My grandfather had a Spanish heritage Heritage from my grandmother was her long hair Hair so brown and wavy like a native Filipina…

[nadineamywilson-blog]

Daisy the loop poem

Daisy the loop poem

Daisy-like the flower

or the name of a cow

your patches are brown and white

you lick me and kiss me with your wet nose

you nuzzle my neck and smell sweet

my precious dog

thank you for life

just like a daisy.

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[lexiklecksi]

Falling (loop poem)

I feel like I'm falling

Falling into an abyss

An abyss as deep as the sea

The sea of tears I'm drowning in

Drowning in your eyes

Eyes as blue as the sky

As the sky with swirling clouds

Clouds getting rid of raindrops

Raindrops running down my window

Window to another world

World full of secrets

Secrets that should remain untold

Untold truth of too many lies

Lies that caused my big fall

[peaseblossym]

Short But Sweet...I Hope

Short But Sweet…I Hope

Poetry Prompt Day 20: Let’s talk about love, baby. I didn’t do the poetic form, the Loop poem. I’ll give that a try another day.  And, today’s poem is rather short but I hope it’s as strong as I felt when I wrote it. I did try to make it longer but every stanza I wrote just paled beside it. So, I left it as is. Hopefully, it speaks volumes. xo Jesi Drought By Jesi Scott   Like a desert with no…

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[audre-bored]

myself, having been folded

(11/31) on these numbered days i often awake achingly, achingly as if i can still feel the wrinkles in my limbs, limbs having been once twisted crudely between yours, yours molding me into some semblance of your whims. sometimes i recall your hands, the way they used to fold, fold me hastily into tiny ill-formed creatures, creatures, heavy and wingless as to be bounded, bounded to you only on the days you were unsure. and there was something in the way you left me shaped, shaped awkwardly and left outside of myself alone, alone and desperate to keep my frailty in hiding, hiding, concealed from your ability to bend me, flesh and bone. and on these dwindling days, i can still feel myself curling, curling always back into myself, into this petite oddity, oddity that i have become under your weighty fingers, fingers though long removed still felt folding, faintly.